Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Order of Magnitude

Well, I really wanted to make this a two-part caption series, but after searching all over for a second suitable image, and coming up dry, I'm left with two options: One, I edit my caption down until it fits a single picture. Or two, I post the entire text as a story, with the pic as a visual aid. I've decided to go with the latter.

This chastity belt/predicament bondage tale started out as an attempt to celebrate Degraded Damsels finally hitting one-million views, by working the number one-million into a caption. Obviously, it was heavily influenced by the forced-chastity captions at the A Fork in the Road blog, especially the "What Would You Do?" captions.

Ultimately, I think it is a fun, if too long, tale. I even worked in a gameshow premise, one of my old favorite fetishes.

http://degradeddamsels.blogspot.com/2014/03/order-of-magnitude.html#more
All after the break, as per usual. Let me know what you all think, and I might just make a few more chastity caps. And be sure and let me know what you would choose, were you in the same situation as today's victim contestant! :-)

- B-Rex






"And welcome back to another exciting segment of the Do The Time Show!!! Our lovely contestant, Tasha, has reached the coveted final question of the third, and final roun--" The show host began, before he was interrupted by loud applause and shouts from the studio crowd. 

Tasha tapped a foot impatiently; this stupid titanium bondage suit was uncomfortable enough, without having to sit under all these bright stage lights. The sooner this show got moving, the better. 

She had completed the previous two rounds already, beating out the other two contestants, who were each doomed to spend a year in their suits and with nothing to show for their sacrifice. She had also managed to amass a solid thousand dollars in prize money before starting this round, and now she was just one last question away from leaving with a veritable fortune. 

"For our more forgetful audience members watching at home, remember, our contestant has to answer five questions: for every wrong answer, the time she will have to spend trapped in her current ensemble increases by a factor of ten. While her prize money will also increase by the same scale, but only for correct answers. Likewise, a right answer will further decrease her penalty time, but only by half." The host continued, reading off the teleprompter before him. Tasha just nodded; she already knew all of this; she just wanted to finish her round and take her winnings home.

He finally turned to Tasha, and said, "Now Tasha, before we left for the commercial break, you had answered four questions; two wrong answers and two correct answers. Since you started the round with a penalty time of just one day in that wonderfully uncomfortable suit, your incorrect responses had pushed your time to one hundred days. But your two correct answers have brought that down to a mere twenty-five days. As always, you'll have to 'Do The Time' to collect your prize."

"I'm feeling really confident, Chip," Tasha said quickly, before the audience could start chanting the show's stupid title again. The constant repetition was bad enough, and she was itching to finish the final round. "A month in chastity sounds like a fair price to pay for all my winnings."

"I bet it does. And speaking of your prize, your two correct answers have brought you up to an amazing one-million dollars! You're on track to be our biggest winner ever!!!" Chip exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.
Finally he turned to board, and Tasha took her place beside the massive wheel made up of triangles, each listing a question category and the occasional special item. 

Before Chip could launch into another lengthy explanation of the wheel's rules, she gave the it a hard spin. This was made quite difficult by her bondage suit; each contestant was fitted with a unique suit, but hers was unusually restrictive. Nevertheless, she managed a good, hard shove, and the wheel spun around several times, before finally coming to a stop on one of the special categories.

Chip lifted the triangle off the wheel, and turned it over, gasping. "I can't believe it! An Order of Magnitude question! Our first all season long!! And on your very last question too!!!" 

Tasha was floored too; the rare Order of Magnitude question was a prize magnifier. It could increase her prize money by a factor of one-hundred! She could walk away with even more money than she had dared dream! Never mind starting up that women's-only law firm; she could start a women's-only law college!

"Remember Tasha, if you get this right, your prize money will increase, not by tenfold, but by one-hundredfold," Chip cautioned, wetting his lips. "But a wrong answer will have the same effect on your penalty time. But are you sure you want to take the chance? The producer might be willing to offer you a deal, if you choose to skip the magnifier, and keep the normal rate for your final question."

They both looked up at the Producer's skybox hanging over the stage; Tasha rolled her eyes. "I'm going to take my chances, Chip. I can't just walk away from that kind of money!"

Chip nodded glumly, and finally asked the last question of the game. "Tasha, your final question category is... American Porn. What is the cup size of this pornstar?"

A woman's face appeared on the stage's main wall screen, clearly taken at the height of feigned orgasm. Tasha felt her own face pale; she didn't know the first thing about porn! The woman was a total unknown to her. "Um...Double-D?"

"Ooh, good guess, but I'm afraid you're wrong. Miss Tiffany Totts is actually only a B-cup." Chip said, as the crowd began to thrum with rising excitement. While they would cheer on a winner, they truly loved the losers. "And we all know what that means, don't we? Tasha, I'm afraid your penalty time is automatically increased by one-hundred times. Sorry dear, but you aren't going to be free of that suit for another twenty-five hundred days!"
Tasha was dumbfounded; that was nearly seven years!! And the stupid prize money wouldn't be paid out until she was finished with her penalty time!!!

Chip touched the side of his head; evidently someone was speaking to him through his ear piece.
"Wow, good news, Tasha!" He said, excitedly. "The producer is willing to make you an offer, and boy is it a doozy!"

His flamboyant tone and mannerism got laughs from the audience, but only annoyed Tasha. She was staring the better part of decade of forced chastity and bondage in the face, and in no mood for his slapstick antics.

"Yes, what it is his deal?" She asked, growing impatient as the wild host milked the audience for more applause.

"The deal is that he will double your winnings to a cool two-million in cash. And he will alter your belt's software code, and program it to give you an orgasm once a year. Of course, that orgasm will come at a totally random time. Could happen while you are at home, enjoying a night of television; could happen in the middle of the grocery aisle at your local shopping center; it might even happen in middle of church! Who knows?" Chip explained, with an exaggerated shrug. 

Tasha cautiously nodded. "Okay; but what's the catch?"

"The catch is two-fold; One, your time will be increased to an even ten years. And two, you must answer two bonus questions, chosen by our studio audience. But this time your prize money won't grow, nor will you gain any more time for a wrong answer."

Tasha started to frown, wondering what the point of the bonus questions was if she got neither reward nor penalty, but Chip quickly added, "However, your total number of orgasms will be tied to your responses. For example; a correct answer will result in a tenfold increase in your forced climaxes per year."

Despite herself, Tasha started to grin; this deal was starting to sound a lot better than she had dared hope for. At least her decade in bondage wouldn't be without some pleasures, however infrequent. Two right answers and she'd be getting off twice a week! Hell, that was better than her current sex life!

But her smile drained away as Chip finished, smirking, "But a wrong answer will result in a one-hundredfold increase in orgasms per year. And all of them randomly timed. You better hope the audience picks some easy questions, or you'll rust that belt right off!"

Tasha's face grew pale again, as the audience laughed. She quickly did the math in her head, while, trapped inside it's unbreakable titanium shield, her pussy suddenly spasmed violently at thought of all those years of forced orgasms.

After a long moment, she finally made her decision....


13 comments:

  1. Awwwww teasing end. I like the build up and the thoughts going through her head, how annoyed host makes her.

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  2. I don't usually watch game shows, but I'd be willing to make an exception for this one. :)

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  3. Keep going! This is the hottest short story / long caption on your side. Predicament & chastity are excellently presented here.

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    1. Actually, I'm considering writing this story out a bit longer. I've got a ton of gameshow-themed ideas, and I'd like to eventually create a collection of five or six of them as an ebook. The breast-expansion gameshow story I posted on Humbled Harlots a few months back would be another part of the collection, if it doesn't end up long enough to be a full-blown story outright.

      - B-Rex

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    2. So, what happened?

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  4. A lot of really great twists and conflicting factors were worked into this. Outstanding piece! I'm happy you decided to keep all of the detail in the end, rather than shortening it.

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  5. Chastity has never appealed to me. I much prefer the converse....

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  6. I love chastity stories, especially trapped or tricked! More pls :)

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  7. the chastity part was amazing. plus women hungry for an orgasm will do degrading things to get one ;)

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  8. Thanks for all the wonderful comments, I always love it when one of my posts hit a nerve. I've got a few other chastity/predicament bondage caption ideas to work on for the future.

    However, I can't help but notice that no one has said what option they'd choose if they were in Tasha's place. :-P

    - B-Rex

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  9. I'd go for the extra round, aiming at 100 or 1000 orgasms per year. Losing both questions, well, I'd be fucked.

    But, please, don't let us waiting on more! I'm a huge fan of competition or games in chastity/bondage/predicament or forced orgasms.

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  10. In, for heavens sake, continue with the story :))) and other game show predicament/chastity/orgasm games for the contestants.

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  11. Oh my... Sequel please! ... I would accept the wager.

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